That's right folks, NASCAR has invaded Bristol for it's semi-annual redneck gala. Remember, I love rednecks. So I don't really mind the race, I usually look forward to it. Except this weekend, it's put a slight kink in my running plans. Today was my day of rest, and rest I did. My calves are so sore from that mean, very mean, Jillian Michaels. So mean. Of course, I did not get up and run this morning (no surprise here).
Usually on Saturdays I'm at the farm. I get up early, go run then go do farm chores. And I'm totally motivated to do all of those things. But, since it's BOOGITY BOOGITY BOOGITY time in Bristol this weekend, my running and farming plans are off kilter. So instead, there will be no farming tomorrow and I'm on my own to get motivated to do a long run tomorrow. Dad suggested I get up early and go run through the campgrounds. A trip that would be Certain to entertain. But a hazardous and also certain annoying trip with the redneck catcalls that you know I don't love. Additionally, my normal Saturday morning running route in Blountville will not be accessible tomorrow due to the campers, cars, trucks, doonbuggies, and CAMPERS coming into town to go RACE'N! I am glad they come though. It's good for the economy, it's good for a little redneck spirit, it's good. It's just messing up my running plans tomorrow. But I'll adjust. After all, life is all about adjustments, right?
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